The White Cliffs of Dover— My father left my world in January 2020. A WW2 veterans, he stood with his brothers. He went willingly to war and he knew the cost, could be.… Continue reading →

Wildest dreams… Time had passed, old wounds are healed. The sorrow, I don’t bleed no-more.Now the time, to be brave, to learn to live again. Find my wildest dreams again. I reached my… Continue reading →

She wore flowers in her hair A Poem by Coyote PoetryThank you for reading  She wore flowers in her hair I have descended to scattered dreams and I lost my place in life,I decide… Continue reading →

Originally posted on Kaushal Kishore:
नई बात नए अंदाज मेंकहीं हम खोते चले गएएहसास ही नही हो पायाकब कहां से यहां आ गए चलो कुछ पुराना करते हैंफिर खुशियों को बिखेरते हैंरिश्तों पर…

The crimson light… Me and the barren sea, we need little and we love the silence. Damn life had left me bitter and deep in disappointment. Love didn’t break my heart, life did.… Continue reading →

 The old man blues… A black wind is touching my face, neither sadness or happiness can I know. I ain’t cold, I ain’t warm. I am just alive.Once a misty eyes beauty told… Continue reading →

The dance of emotion A Poem by Coyote PoetryLife is fair. We must give to receive.  The Dance of Emotion. A sweet angel was waiting on the bed for me.Her skimpy negligee showing silky… Continue reading →

My Michigan dream… “Hush my sweet baby, don’t you cry. I am here, I shall never leave you, when the chills of the night come, I shall keep you warm and safe. You… Continue reading →

The river… Winter was almost gone and I watched her dance for me in the safety of our bedroom. I loved looking at her lily white skin in her garment of blue silk.… Continue reading →